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Sage

Ifumbledforthebedsheets as they slid from my grip. I opened one lid a fraction but quickly shut it when I noticed light shining between the split of the curtains. The day could wait.

“Brandon, if you’re a blanket hog, we need to have words.”

Silence met my sleepy request.

I didn’t know what time Brandon and I had eventually gotten to sleep. We’d dragged ourselves out of bed and to the shower only to get distracted washing each other’s bodies. I blamed the bathroom’s full-length wall of mirrors. Watching Brandon’s veined hands roam my skin and his huge body slamming into mine from behind, every muscle flexing, had been so darn sexy it had replayed in my dreams. We needed to do that again.

I reached for him and the lost duvet. My hand patted blindly across the bed and found neither. Where was he?

It was then I felt a weight shift by my legs and big warm hands gently parting my thighs. My eyes shot open in time to spy a dark head of hair between my legs before Brandon’s hot mouth slowly licked the entire length of my seam.

A jolt rocked through my core. “What are you doing?”

His lips and tongue moved over me as if he were giving me a slow, passionate kiss. “I’m waking you up.” Another unhurried caress. “This is much better than an alarm clock. Don’t you think?”

“I wholeheartedly agree.” I sucked in a sharp breath when he zeroed in on the holy motherland. Hot damn, he was seriously good at this.

“Your taste,” he growled, and the vibrations brought me closer to the edge. “Fuck, I could feast on you all day.”

His filthy words had me panting. I clutched his hair and couldn’t stop my pelvis from rocking against him.

Ding-dong.

Was that our doorbell?

I sat up on my elbows and brushed bed hair from my face. “What time is it?”

“Nine, I suspect, since the formalwear people are here.”

The doorbell chimed again.

“Be there in a minute,” Brandon called out but didn’t stop going down on me.

I slapped his shoulder. “What are you doing?” I whisper shouted.

He paused and arched a brow. “Waking you up. I thought I already answered that question?”

“Clearly I’m awake. You need to stop this and get the door!”

Like he could care less that we had people waiting on us, Brandon gently pushed me back to the bed and shook his head. “Nope. Said I’d be there in a minute. They can wait.” He nodded toward the headboard. “Grab my pillow.”

“Brandon!”

He looked at me like my outrage amused him and shifted my hips closer to his face. “Sage, just get the pillow.”

I huffed out a breath and handed it to him.Whatever.

He gave a smug laugh. “That’s not for me, sweetness. You’re going to need it very soon.”

“I don’t need an extra—” Then I lost all capacity to use my voice for anything except moaning.Aha. The pillow. I covered my mouth with it while Brandon used his wicked skills to render me delirious.

Only he was wrong. He didn’t need a minute.

Thirty seconds was all it took.